Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 893 – Her Rewards

Ariel obeyed without hesitation. She sank down, letting him fill her, her nose brushing against the dark curls at the base. She held him there for a moment, breathing through the stretch, her body humming with a strange, fierce pride.

She was giving him this. This pleasure. This loss of control.

When she pulled back this time, it was with intention. Her free hand came up to cup the heavy weight of him, her thumb stroking the soft, sensitive skin of his sac.

He jolted, a sharp intake of breath. She did it again, a gentle, rolling pressure, her mouth still working him, tongue lashing against the sensitive underside.

”Ah—” The sound was torn from him, sharp and raw. ”Like that. Don’t stop.”

She didn’t. Her world became the slick, wet glide of her lips, the heavy weight of him on her tongue, the musky scent of him filling her senses.

His sounds became her guide, her reward. Soft groans, sharp gasps, the harsh rhythm of his breathing. She learned what made him twitch, what made him shudder, what made his hips buck up to meet her.

Her own body was responding now, a deep, insistent ache building between her thighs. A liquid heat pooled there, soaking through her panties.

She pressed her legs together, seeking a friction she couldn’t quite find. The need to touch herself was overwhelming, to give herself some relief from the sweet, sharp tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

But her hands were occupied.

One was wrapped around the thick base of his shaft, stroking in a firm, twisting rhythm that matched her mouth. The other was gently, relentlessly, massaging him, rolling the soft, heavy weight of his testicles in her palm. Every touch, every lick, every swallow was for him. A sacrifice on the altar of his pleasure.

And it was working.

His control was fraying. The careful rhythm of his hips was becoming erratic, losing its practiced ease. His hand was tight in her hair, a silent, desperate anchor in a sea of sensation. The beautiful, composed lines of his face were gone, replaced by a raw, open need that was more intoxicating than any infernal charm.

”Look at me,” he ground out, the words rough with pleasure.

Ariel’s eyes fluttered open, locking with his. They were dark, the gold flecks burning like embers, completely consumed by a fire she had started. He watched her, watched his cock disappearing between her lips, watched the devotion in her eyes.

”Beautiful,” he whispered, the word a benediction. ”So f*cking beautiful, on your knees for me.”

The praise was a physical thing, a warm wave that washed over her, intensifying the ache between her thighs. She moaned around him, the vibration making him curse, a litany of soft, broken words that she drank in.

She doubled her efforts, taking him deeper, faster, her tongue a constant, swirling pressure against the most sensitive parts of him.

She wanted to break him. She wanted to see him shatter. She wanted to be the one to put him back together.

The coil in her belly tightened to an almost painful degree. Her neglected clit throbbed, a desperate, demanding pulse.

She shifted, rubbing her thighs together. The damp silk of her panties clung to her, a constant reminder of her own unsated arousal.

Lux’s other hand came down, covering the one she had on his thigh. His long fingers intertwined with hers, a sudden, grounding gesture amidst the chaos of their coupling. He squeezed her hand.

He was close. She could feel it in the way his body tensed, in the way the muscles of his stomach went rigid, in the way his breath hitched in his throat. His movements became less about seeking pleasure and more about chasing release.

”Ariel...” he warned, the word a strained gasp. ”I’m—”

She didn’t let him finish. She didn’t pull away. She sank down one last time, taking him as deep as she could, her throat constricting around the head of his cock. Her hand tightened at his base, stroking him through the final, shuddering spasms. Her other hand pressed gently, firmly against him, urging him on.

And then he was coming.

A hot, thick pulse of liquid hit the back of her throat. Then another. And another. It was more than she expected, the sheer volume of it, the force of it. She swallowed instinctively, the taste of him flooding her senses. His whole body arched as he emptied himself into her.

He collapsed back against the couch. His grip on her hair loosened, his fingers simply stroking through the strands now, a lazy, contented caress. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their harsh, ragged breaths and the distant, muffled beat of the music.

Lux stared at her for a long moment afterward, breathing still uneven, eyes darker than before.

”You...” he started softly.

Ariel’s cheeks burned immediately.

Now it came.

The embarrassment.

The realization she had completely lost control and acted like some thirsty little mermaid possessed by hormones and infernal pheromones.

She quickly swallowed, fixed the waistband of his pants back into place with trembling fingers, then looked away while trying very hard not to think about literally anything that had just happened.

”Th-Thanks for the chance,” she whispered.

Lux blinked once.

The chance.

That wording alone nearly restarted the entire problem.

Ariel immediately stood up too fast, smoothing down her satin dress nervously. She needed distance. Water. Oxygen. A new nervous system.

Anything.

Because her whole body still felt hot and shaky and embarrassingly aware of him.

She turned slightly, ready to retreat before her brain completely melted.

Then Lux caught her wrist gently.

Ariel froze.

One smooth pull later and suddenly she was sitting sideways in his lap with a startled little gasp.

Lux wrapped one arm around her waist automatically, holding her there easily while the music continued softly around them.

Neither spoke for a few seconds.

Just breathing.

Just warmth.

Just Ariel trying not to combust because she could still feel his heartbeat against her back.